The smile on her face grows and her cheeks go red. “Oh, stop it. This is my job. I've had much more difficult requests than yours.” There's something so sexy about the way she's blushing furiously, and I can't help myself.
I lean in and press my lips to hers. She exhales through her nose, and I feel her start to fall backward on the couch, but I instinctively grab the front of her shirt, my fist balling the material as I hold her in place. She lets out a soft sound between a squeak and a whimper, and I swallow the noise. Before I know what I'm doing, I move off the edge of the couch, grab her body, and flip her face down. With her bent over the couch like this, she's perfectly in position for me. All I'd have to do is lift her skirt, pull her panties to the side, move my pants out of the
